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"Len Li, if those considerations are aside, there is still potential for the future, what is the result of your preference?" Eaton’s question caused Andre and Matthew’s sights to be projected over, and Shuangshuang showed curiosity-although just now He talked so much eloquently, but Lan Li never really expressed his opinion.
Lan Li's eyebrows raised slightly.
Eaton had to add an explanation, "I mean, in the future negotiation process, you will always have a preset direction, and then work towards this direction. As Matthew said, if you are worried that Sisyphus will become Roman Jean As a platform for the legalization of our wealth, we should avoid him as much as possible, right? Since you are willing to negotiate, it means that you are still looking forward to working with Roman?"
This is a point of view.
Lan Li pondered for a moment, "Yes." In this way, he admitted simply and neatly, "Although there are many risks, there are still countless potential difficulties. Objectively speaking, I have a good impression of Roman, if we can cooperate in the future. If you do, I don’t think there is a problem. The most important thing is that Andre is right on one point. He is a more suitable partner than Wall Street."
Most of the problems faced by the cooperation with Roman are objectively existing; but there are also cooperation with Wall Street or other sources of personal funds, which is almost inevitable, so DreamWorks simply put all the funds back then. The sources are all shut out. Sisyphus Pictures is now trying to open a window, but no one knows whether it is a partner or an enemy who came in through this window.
Compared with Wall Street, Roman's affection can be an advantage.
Andre raised his jaw towards Matthew, showing off somewhat proudly, only to find that Matthew didn't care at all and was still focusing on his own thoughts. This made Andre a little depressed, but after all, he didn't say much.
"Andre, you and Arthur will find out how on earth Roman came to participate in the auction, and why Alexander suddenly thought of sending him an invitation. In addition, let’s take a look at which film industry Roman has been involved with in the past few months People in the industry have been in contact. Although Roman took the initiative to come to the door, we should at least know how all this happened, otherwise we would not know that we would become a bait in a trap or be used as a gun by other people. It's really terrible."
Lan Li still feels that he needs to be careful. Roman hopes to cooperate with Sisyphus Pictures. This is a good thing, but sometimes the pie in the sky also needs to be vigilant.
Matthew cast his gaze toward Lan Li: In fact, this is also the core focus of his worry. Now it seems that Lan Li has not been confused, which is a good thing.
However, Lan Li raised the "Times" in his hand and smiled at Matthew, "How about it, are you ready to complete this issue of the word puzzle with me?"
Matthew picked up his black tea and raised Erlang's legs. "If you don't have enough IQ."
Eaton laughed happily.
The light rain outside the window is still falling sparsely. London in late summer and early autumn has also begun to fill the depression of late autumn. The squally wind from all around makes the whole city seem solemn and desolate, and the vitality on the streets and alleys seems to be Pulling in the windbreaker to resist the violent raging.
But the indoor warmth and coziness made people relax. It is rare to see that Lan Li and a few friends enjoyed an idle afternoon: in the afternoon when the wind broke the dead branches, a cup of black tea and a piece of Madeleine cake made the world Becoming warm again, life is actually quite simple.
It was only five o'clock in the afternoon, and it was not clear whether it was day or night. The gray sky barely saw a trace of light. The whole world was shrouded in darkness, and street lamps were gradually lit up. The hazy halo supports a protective cover, as if Hayao Miyazaki's movie has come to reality, with a touch of comfort in the tranquility, which makes people want to stop and watch the rain.
The black taxi stopped slowly by the side of the street. Arthur sat in the back seat and looked at the two-story villa in front of him through the window. At a certain moment, he had a kind of return to Hall’s home The illusion of the mansion is solemn and solemn, heavy and deep, just like a giant beast dormant in the dark, giving people an urge to turn around and flee. But then I realized that it was all misleading by the dim light.
"Sir?" the taxi driver raised his voice and asked.
Only then did Arthur realize that he had been delayed for too long, and quickly took out fifty pounds and handed it to the driver, "No need to look for it." Then he opened the door and walked on.
Whoops.
The heavy wooden gate was pushed open, an inky black umbrella propped up a small piece of sky, and moved quickly like a floating mushroom, walked through the stone brick path, through the grassy garden, and pushed open the carved flowers. The iron gate, and then a low voice rang in his ears, "Master Arthur."
It's Philip.
Arthur's footsteps couldn't help but pause again, and the illusion came back again, "Yeah." He opened his mouth, but after all, he didn't say anything.
Under Philip's guidance, he entered the room all the way. Arthur took off his wet trench coat and handed it to Philip. The steps he was about to start stopped at the entrance.
The air was filled with a faint fragrance, mixed with a little oily fume, but still a strong osmanthus fragrance, walking through the creamy yellow halo, making all the noises quieted down, the one on the right hand side There was a giggling laughter in the room, full of joy that bloomed, but my thoughts could not help but follow the smell of oily fumes and explored towards the front of the corridor. I couldn't help but wonder what was hidden behind the lemon yellow halo. Warmth.
"What's the matter?" Arthur did not hold back after all, turning his head and asking, "I mean, this smell?"
"Master Lan Li especially wants to eat Chinese/Chinese/Cooking today. Now the chef is preparing, and the oily smoke smells a bit big, I will tell her to pay attention immediately." Philip dutifully replied.
"No, no." Arthur himself didn't understand, and the veto words just blurted out, "I mean, if Lanly likes it, then so be it."
Vaguely, Arthur liked this atmosphere even more.
"What happened?" Before the voice fell, a questioning voice came from the top of the stairs. Lifting his head, Arthur could see Edith who was yawning and rubbing his eyes.
Edith wore a simple T-shirt with sports shorts, and her messy hair grew arbitrarily like weeds, and she didn't seem to wake up yet.
"It's okay." Arthur replied subconsciously, "Uh...have your jet lag turned around? Would you like to join us for dinner?" Originally, Arthur was going to ask about Turkey or the auction, but the words came to his lips. After all, they were still a little bit cautious, and they returned to daily communication-but even in daily communication, they would not ask in this way. This is obviously more life-like.
"Yeah." Edith nodded, "I just woke up because I was hungry. What is being prepared in the kitchen, it smells really good, is it Chinese/Chinese cuisine? The smell of cooking, I didn't expect it to be so fragrant. , It’s more fragrant than takeaway.” Then Edith stretched out a big laziness, “I feel like I’m home now.”
Home.
Now Arthur finally understands what that strange feeling is about: Is this the feeling of home? Although they all look similar in appearance, the content contained in the interior lighting is different, but they have created different homes, which are exclusive to their own homes.
Arthur was a little flustered, he was still not used to it, but the weird feeling was...a little comfortable. After all, he did not speak, and finally left the hallway, turned into the room on the right, and saw that he was playing a word-filling game. Four people, "...Are you serious? A word puzzle?"
Arthur himself didn't expect it, but the words just blurted out.
"Hey, be quiet!" It was Andre who was talking, "Wait, what's the name of the little naughty elf who picks flower juice in the "Night of Midsummer Dream"?"
"Puck!" Matthew and Eaton said at the same time, and Lanly gloated at Andre. "You don’t remember your role in the St. Patrick’s Day drama performance! But it shouldn’t be a surprise, that’s absolutely It's a disaster."
Andre said naturally, "That's because I'm not interested, thank you."
Arthur stood beside him, dumbfounded.
Lan Li raised his head and looked over, "Welcome home. I have worked hard today, how about it, do you want to come and relax? There is Sudoku on the sofa, I remember. Hey, Edith, come over and have a little afternoon tea. In a little while, maybe you can eat two Madeleine cakes to fill your stomach."
"God, great, I think I can eat a whole cow now." Edith patted Arthur on the shoulder and went around Arthur's position. "This gentleman, don't get in the way, yours. What about etiquette?" While complaining, he entered the study room, "How about, what game are you playing?"
Arthur was dumbfounded. He is usually the one who likes to play, but why is he a little bit unable to keep up with the rhythm now? His laziness and unrestrainedness are confined to the outside of the mansion. As long as he goes home, he must be armed, and he never dared to relax easily, but now he can't tell where it is.
At this time, Arthur had the opportunity to look at the room in front of him. This is obviously a study. The three walls are full of bookshelves, including the wall of the entrance door, but the remaining wall is really big. Floor-to-ceiling windows, the screens are pulled up~www.novelhall.com~ You can vaguely see the garden and street lights outside, and the whole view is widened-even if it is a haze outside, it doesn't matter.
Unconsciously, Arthur's shoulders also relaxed.
Philip appeared behind him, "Master Arthur, do you need anything?"
Arthur was slightly stunned, "...Philip, where am I now?" He knew his words were very stupid, but the line between reality and illusion had been completely blurred, and he needed to make sure.
"Home. Master Arthur, you are at home now." Philip replied.
Arthur nodded ignorantly, and finally stepped forward and sat down beside Eaton for fun. Eaton looked up from the newspaper, "Need a cup of black tea? Arthur."
"...Okay." Arthur quietly relaxed his shoulders, and leaned against the back of the sofa chair. Then he saw Edith who was putting the cake into his mouth with his hands, and the smile on the corners of his mouth could not help but bloom. Come.
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"Len Li, if those considerations are aside, there is still potential for the future, what is the result of your preference?" Eaton’s question caused Andre and Matthew’s sights to be projected over, and Shuangshuang showed curiosity-although just now He talked so much eloquently, but Lan Li never really expressed his opinion.
Lan Li's eyebrows raised slightly.
Eaton had to add an explanation, "I mean, in the future negotiation process, you will always have a preset direction, and then work towards this direction. As Matthew said, if you are worried that Sisyphus will become Roman Jean As a platform for the legalization of our wealth, we should avoid him as much as possible, right? Since you are willing to negotiate, it means that you are still looking forward to working with Roman?"
This is a point of view.
Lan Li pondered for a moment, "Yes." In this way, he admitted simply and neatly, "Although there are many risks, there are still countless potential difficulties. Objectively speaking, I have a good impression of Roman, if we can cooperate in the future. If you do, I don’t think there is a problem. The most important thing is that Andre is right on one point. He is a more suitable partner than Wall Street."
Most of the problems faced by the cooperation with Roman are objectively existing; but there are also cooperation with Wall Street or other sources of personal funds, which is almost inevitable, so DreamWorks simply put all the funds back then. The sources are all shut out. Sisyphus Pictures is now trying to open a window, but no one knows whether it is a partner or an enemy who came in through this window.
Compared with Wall Street, Roman's affection can be an advantage.
Andre raised his jaw towards Matthew, showing off somewhat proudly, only to find that Matthew didn't care at all and was still focusing on his own thoughts. This made Andre a little depressed, but after all, he didn't say much.
"Andre, you and Arthur will find out how on earth Roman came to participate in the auction, and why Alexander suddenly thought of sending him an invitation. In addition, let’s take a look at which film industry Roman has been involved with in the past few months People in the industry have been in contact. Although Roman took the initiative to come to the door, we should at least know how all this happened, otherwise we would not know that we would become a bait in a trap or be used as a gun by other people. It's really terrible."
Lan Li still feels that he needs to be careful. Roman hopes to cooperate with Sisyphus Pictures. This is a good thing, but sometimes the pie in the sky also needs to be vigilant.
Matthew cast his gaze toward Lan Li: In fact, this is also the core focus of his worry. Now it seems that Lan Li has not been confused, which is a good thing.
However, Lan Li raised the "Times" in his hand and smiled at Matthew, "How about it, are you ready to complete this issue of the word puzzle with me?"
Matthew picked up his black tea and raised Erlang's legs. "If you don't have enough IQ."
Eaton laughed happily.
The light rain outside the window is still falling sparsely. London in late summer and early autumn has also begun to fill the depression of late autumn. The squally wind from all around makes the whole city seem solemn and desolate, and the vitality on the streets and alleys seems to be Pulling in the windbreaker to resist the violent raging.
But the indoor warmth and coziness made people relax. It is rare to see that Lan Li and a few friends enjoyed an idle afternoon: in the afternoon when the wind broke the dead branches, a cup of black tea and a piece of Madeleine cake made the world Becoming warm again, life is actually quite simple.
It was only five o'clock in the afternoon, and it was not clear whether it was day or night. The gray sky barely saw a trace of light. The whole world was shrouded in darkness, and street lamps were gradually lit up. The hazy halo supports a protective cover, as if Hayao Miyazaki's movie has come to reality, with a touch of comfort in the tranquility, which makes people want to stop and watch the rain.
The black taxi stopped slowly by the side of the street. Arthur sat in the back seat and looked at the two-story villa in front of him through the window. At a certain moment, he had a kind of return to Hall’s home The illusion of the mansion is solemn and solemn, heavy and deep, just like a giant beast dormant in the dark, giving people an urge to turn around and flee. But then I realized that it was all misleading by the dim light.
"Sir?" the taxi driver raised his voice and asked.
Only then did Arthur realize that he had been delayed for too long, and quickly took out fifty pounds and handed it to the driver, "No need to look for it." Then he opened the door and walked on.
Whoops.
The heavy wooden gate was pushed open, an inky black umbrella propped up a small piece of sky, and moved quickly like a floating mushroom, walked through the stone brick path, through the grassy garden, and pushed open the carved flowers. The iron gate, and then a low voice rang in his ears, "Master Arthur."
It's Philip.
Arthur's footsteps couldn't help but pause again, and the illusion came back again, "Yeah." He opened his mouth, but after all, he didn't say anything.
Under Philip's guidance, he entered the room all the way. Arthur took off his wet trench coat and handed it to Philip. The steps he was about to start stopped at the entrance.
The air was filled with a faint fragrance, mixed with a little oily fume, but still a strong osmanthus fragrance, walking through the creamy yellow halo, making all the noises quieted down, the one on the right hand side There was a giggling laughter in the room, full of joy that bloomed, but my thoughts could not help but follow the smell of oily fumes and explored towards the front of the corridor. I couldn't help but wonder what was hidden behind the lemon yellow halo. Warmth.
"What's the matter?" Arthur did not hold back after all, turning his head and asking, "I mean, this smell?"
"Master Lan Li especially wants to eat Chinese/Chinese/Cooking today. Now the chef is preparing, and the oily smoke smells a bit big, I will tell her to pay attention immediately." Philip dutifully replied.
"No, no." Arthur himself didn't understand, and the veto words just blurted out, "I mean, if Lanly likes it, then so be it."
Vaguely, Arthur liked this atmosphere even more.
"What happened?" Before the voice fell, a questioning voice came from the top of the stairs. Lifting his head, Arthur could see Edith who was yawning and rubbing his eyes.
Edith wore a simple T-shirt with sports shorts, and her messy hair grew arbitrarily like weeds, and she didn't seem to wake up yet.
"It's okay." Arthur replied subconsciously, "Uh...have your jet lag turned around? Would you like to join us for dinner?" Originally, Arthur was going to ask about Turkey or the auction, but the words came to his lips. After all, they were still a little bit cautious, and they returned to daily communication-but even in daily communication, they would not ask in this way. This is obviously more life-like.
"Yeah." Edith nodded, "I just woke up because I was hungry. What is being prepared in the kitchen, it smells really good, is it Chinese/Chinese cuisine? The smell of cooking, I didn't expect it to be so fragrant. , It’s more fragrant than takeaway.” Then Edith stretched out a big laziness, “I feel like I’m home now.”
Home.
Now Arthur finally understands what that strange feeling is about: Is this the feeling of home? Although they all look similar in appearance, the content contained in the interior lighting is different, but they have created different homes, which are exclusive to their own homes.
Arthur was a little flustered, he was still not used to it, but the weird feeling was...a little comfortable. After all, he did not speak, and finally left the hallway, turned into the room on the right, and saw that he was playing a word-filling game. Four people, "...Are you serious? A word puzzle?"
Arthur himself didn't expect it, but the words just blurted out.
"Hey, be quiet!" It was Andre who was talking, "Wait, what's the name of the little naughty elf who picks flower juice in the "Night of Midsummer Dream"?"
"Puck!" Matthew and Eaton said at the same time, and Lanly gloated at Andre. "You don’t remember your role in the St. Patrick’s Day drama performance! But it shouldn’t be a surprise, that’s absolutely It's a disaster."
Andre said naturally, "That's because I'm not interested, thank you."
Arthur stood beside him, dumbfounded.
Lan Li raised his head and looked over, "Welcome home. I have worked hard today, how about it, do you want to come and relax? There is Sudoku on the sofa, I remember. Hey, Edith, come over and have a little afternoon tea. In a little while, maybe you can eat two Madeleine cakes to fill your stomach."
"God, great, I think I can eat a whole cow now." Edith patted Arthur on the shoulder and went around Arthur's position. "This gentleman, don't get in the way, yours. What about etiquette?" While complaining, he entered the study room, "How about, what game are you playing?"
Arthur was dumbfounded. He is usually the one who likes to play, but why is he a little bit unable to keep up with the rhythm now? His laziness and unrestrainedness are confined to the outside of the mansion. As long as he goes home, he must be armed, and he never dared to relax easily, but now he can't tell where it is.
At this time, Arthur had the opportunity to look at the room in front of him. This is obviously a study. The three walls are full of bookshelves, including the wall of the entrance door, but the remaining wall is really big. Floor-to-ceiling windows, the screens are pulled up~www.novelhall.com~ You can vaguely see the garden and street lights outside, and the whole view is widened-even if it is a haze outside, it doesn't matter.
Unconsciously, Arthur's shoulders also relaxed.
Philip appeared behind him, "Master Arthur, do you need anything?"
Arthur was slightly stunned, "...Philip, where am I now?" He knew his words were very stupid, but the line between reality and illusion had been completely blurred, and he needed to make sure.
"Home. Master Arthur, you are at home now." Philip replied.
Arthur nodded ignorantly, and finally stepped forward and sat down beside Eaton for fun. Eaton looked up from the newspaper, "Need a cup of black tea? Arthur."
"...Okay." Arthur quietly relaxed his shoulders, and leaned against the back of the sofa chair. Then he saw Edith who was putting the cake into his mouth with his hands, and the smile on the corners of his mouth could not help but bloom. Come.
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"Len Li, if those considerations are aside, there is still potential for the future, what is the result of your preference?" Eaton's question caused Andre and Matthew's sights to be projected over, and Shuangshuang showed curiosity-although just now He talked so much eloquently, but Lan Li never really expressed his opinion.Lan Li's eyebrows raised slightly.Eaton had to add an explanation, "I mean, in the future negotiation process, you will always have a preset direction, and then work towards this direction. As Matthew said, if you are worried that Sisyphus will become Roman Jean As a platform for the legalization of our wealth, we should avoid him as much as possible, right? Since you are willing to negotiate, it means that you are still looking forward to working with Roman?"This is a point of view.Lan Li pondered for a moment, "Yes." In this way, he admitted simply and neatly, "Although there are many risks, there are still countless potential difficulties. Objectively speaking, I have a good impression of Roman, if we can cooperate in the future. If you do, I don't think there is a problem. The most important thing is that Andre is right on one point. He is a more suitable partner than Wall Street."Most of the problems faced by the cooperation with Roman are objectively existing; but there are also cooperation with Wall Street or other sources of personal funds, which is almost inevitable, so DreamWorks simply put all the funds back then. The sources are all shut out. Sisyphus Pictures is now trying to open a window, but no one knows whether it is a partner or an enemy who came in through this window.Compared with Wall Street, Roman's affection can be an advantage.Andre raised his jaw towards Matthew, showing off somewhat proudly, only to find that Matthew didn't care at all and was still focusing on his own thoughts. This made Andre a little depressed, but after all, he didn't say much."Andre, you and Arthur will find out how on earth Roman came to participate in the auction, and why Alexander suddenly thought of sending him an invitation. In addition, let's take a look at which film industry Roman has been involved with in the past few months People in the industry have been in contact. Although Roman took the initiative to come to the door, we should at least know how all this happened, otherwise we would not know that we would become a bait in a trap or be used as a gun by other people. It's really terrible."Lan Li still feels that he needs to be careful. Roman hopes to cooperate with Sisyphus Pictures. This is a good thing, but sometimes the pie in the sky also needs to be vigilant.Matthew cast his gaze toward Lan Li: In fact, this is also the core focus of his worry. Now it seems that Lan Li has not been confused, which is a good thing.However, Lan Li raised the "Times" in his hand and smiled at Matthew, "How about it, are you ready to complete this issue of the word puzzle with me?"Matthew picked up his black tea and raised Erlang's legs. "If you don't have enough IQ."Eaton laughed happily.The light rain outside the window is still falling sparsely. London in late summer and early autumn has also begun to fill the depression of late autumn. The squally wind from all around makes the whole city seem solemn and desolate, and the vitality on the streets and alleys seems to be Pulling in the windbreaker to resist the violent raging.But the indoor warmth and coziness made people relax. It is rare to see that Lan Li and a few friends enjoyed an idle afternoon: in the afternoon when the wind broke the dead branches, a cup of black tea and a piece of Madeleine cake made the world Becoming warm again, life is actually quite simple.It was only five o'clock in the afternoon, and it was not clear whether it was day or night. The gray sky barely saw a trace of light. The whole world was shrouded in darkness, and street lamps were gradually lit up. The hazy halo supports a protective cover, as if Hayao Miyazaki's movie has come to reality, with a touch of comfort in the tranquility, which makes people want to stop and watch the rain.The black taxi stopped slowly by the side of the street. Arthur sat in the back seat and looked at the two-story villa in front of him through the window. At a certain moment, he had a kind of return to Hall's home The illusion of the mansion is solemn and solemn, heavy and deep, just like a giant beast dormant in the dark, giving people an urge to turn around and flee. But then I realized that it was all misleading by the dim light."Sir?" the taxi driver raised his voice and asked.Only then did Arthur realize that he had been delayed for too long, and quickly took out fifty pounds and handed it to the driver, "No need to look for it." Then he opened the door and walked on.Whoops.The heavy wooden gate was pushed open, an inky black umbrella propped up a small piece of sky, and moved quickly like a floating mushroom, walked through the stone brick path, through the grassy garden, and pushed open the carved flowers. The iron gate, and then a low voice rang in his ears, "Master Arthur."It's Philip.Arthur's footsteps couldn't help but pause again, and the illusion came back again, "Yeah." He opened his mouth, but after all, he didn't say anything.Under Philip's guidance, he entered the room all the way. Arthur took off his wet trench coat and handed it to Philip. The steps he was about to start stopped at the entrance.The air was filled with a faint fragrance, mixed with a little oily fume, but still a strong osmanthus fragrance, walking through the creamy yellow halo, making all the noises quieted down, the one on the right hand side There was a giggling laughter in the room, full of joy that bloomed, but my thoughts could not help but follow the smell of oily fumes and explored towards the front of the corridor. I couldn't help but wonder what was hidden behind the lemon yellow halo. Warmth."What's the matter?" Arthur did not hold back after all, turning his head and asking, "I mean, this smell?""Master Lan Li especially wants to eat Chinese/Chinese/Cooking today. Now the chef is preparing, and the oily smoke smells a bit big, I will tell her to pay attention immediately." Philip dutifully replied."No, no." Arthur himself didn't understand, and the veto words just blurted out, "I mean, if Lanly likes it, then so be it."Vaguely, Arthur liked this atmosphere even more."What happened?" Before the voice fell, a questioning voice came from the top of the stairs. Lifting his head, Arthur could see Edith who was yawning and rubbing his eyes.Edith wore a simple T-shirt with sports shorts, and her messy hair grew arbitrarily like weeds, and she didn't seem to wake up yet."It's okay." Arthur replied subconsciously, "Uh...have your jet lag turned around? Would you like to join us for dinner?" Originally, Arthur was going to ask about Turkey or the auction, but the words came to his lips. After all, they were still a little bit cautious, and they returned to daily communication-but even in daily communication, they would not ask in this way. This is obviously more life-like."Yeah." Edith nodded, "I just woke up because I was hungry. What is being prepared in the kitchen, it smells really good, is it Chinese/Chinese cuisine? The smell of cooking, I didn't expect it to be so fragrant. , It's more fragrant than takeaway. Then Edith stretched out a big laziness, I feel like I'm home now.Home.Now Arthur finally understands what that strange feeling is about: Is this the feeling of home? Although they all look similar in appearance, the content contained in the interior lighting is different, but they have created different homes, which are exclusive to their own homes.Arthur was a little flustered, he was still not used to it, but the weird feeling was...a little comfortable. After all, he did not speak, and finally left the hallway, turned into the room on the right, and saw that he was playing a word-filling game. Four people, "...Are you serious? A word puzzle?"Arthur himself didn't expect it, but the words just blurted out."Hey, be quiet!" It was Andre who was talking, "Wait, what's the name of the little naughty elf who picks flower juice in the "Night of Midsummer Dream"?""Puck!" Matthew and Eaton said at the same time, and Lanly gloated at Andre. "You don't remember your role in the St. Patrick's Day drama performance! But it shouldn't be a surprise, that's absolutely It's a disaster."Andre said naturally, "That's because I'm not interested, thank you."Arthur stood beside him, dumbfounded.Lan Li raised his head and looked over, "Welcome home. I have worked hard today, how about it, do you want to come and relax? There is Sudoku on the sofa, I remember. Hey, Edith, come over and have a little afternoon tea. In a little while, maybe you can eat two Madeleine cakes to fill your stomach.""God, great, I think I can eat a whole cow now." Edith patted Arthur on the shoulder and went around Arthur's position. "This gentleman, don't get in the way, yours. What about etiquette?" While complaining, he entered the study room, "How about, what game are you playing?"Arthur was dumbfounded. He is usually the one who likes to play, but why is he a little bit unable to keep up with the rhythm now? His laziness and unrestrainedness are confined to the outside of the mansion. As long as he goes home, he must be armed, and he never dared to relax easily, but now he can't tell where it is.At this time, Arthur had the opportunity to look at the room in front of him. This is obviously a study. The three walls are full of bookshelves, including the wall of the entrance door, but the remaining wall is really big. Floor-to-ceiling windows, the screens are pulled up~www.novelhall.com~ You can vaguely see the garden and street lights outside, and the whole view is widened-even if it is a haze outside, it doesn't matter.Unconsciously, Arthur's shoulders also relaxed.Philip appeared behind him, "Master Arthur, do you need anything?"Arthur was slightly stunned, "...Philip, where am I now?" He knew his words were very stupid, but the line between reality and illusion had been completely blurred, and he needed to make sure."Home. Master Arthur, you are at home now." Philip replied.Arthur nodded ignorantly, and finally stepped forward and sat down beside Eaton for fun. Eaton looked up from the newspaper, "Need a cup of black tea? Arthur.""...Okay." Arthur quietly relaxed his shoulders, and leaned against the back of the sofa chair. Then he saw Edith who was putting the cake into his mouth with his hands, and the smile on the corners of his mouth could not help but bloom. Come.
